The accident happened in an instant; when Song Qingyou turned around, the knife was only centimeters away from her.
Just as the blade was about to pierce his heart, it suddenly stopped in mid-air. Fu Wenzhou gripped the blade with his bare hands, and blood dripped from his palms.
With his other hand, he grabbed Chen Chuan's arm holding the knife, and with a flick of his wrist, the knife flew out of Chen Chuan's hand, slicing through the air and landing in Fu Wenzhou's palm. The hilt was twisted in Fu Wenzhou's hand, and then it was suddenly plunged into Chen Chuan's chest.
Blood splattered on the man's handsome face, but his expression remained unchanged, his eyes dark and filled with malice.
He pulled the knife out of Chen Chuan's chest, intending to stab him a second time.
“Fu Wenzhou.” Song Qingyou bent down and grasped his wrist, which was holding the knife. “The police are here.”
Blood beads clung to Fu Wenzhou's eyelashes, making him appear exceptionally alluring.
Song Qingyou gently wiped his face with a handkerchief: "It's okay, I'm fine, put the knife down."
Fu Wenzhou slowly released his grip, and the fruit knife fell to the ground with a sharp sound.
Everyone around was shocked by the scene, but Song Qingyou had no expression on her face. She simply used a handkerchief to wipe the bloodstains off Fu Wenzhou's face and hands.
Upon seeing the cut on Fu Wenzhou's hand, a flash of ruthlessness crossed his eyes, but it vanished in an instant.
This is the scene that the police found when they arrived.
The man was like a vicious and cruel beast, his eyes bloodshot and terrifying, as if he wanted to devour the person on the ground alive. But when he turned his head and saw the woman, the ferocity between his brows vanished in an instant.
They rushed over, fearing that something might happen again.
Someone dialed 120.
Song Qingyou took Fu Wenzhou's hand, slightly blocking his way, and looked at the police in front of her: "Chen Chuan tried to kill me with a knife, my boyfriend was acting in self-defense."
Assistant Lin, who was standing nearby, quickly spoke up: "Yes, I can testify that Chen Chuan struck first."
The police arrived too late to see the situation clearly, but Chen Chuan's aggressive demeanor just now certainly made it seem like he wanted to harm someone.
Moreover, they all knew the man who stabbed Chen Chuan; he was the young CEO of the Fu family.
They dared not offend them before they understood the situation.
The most urgent thing right now is to get Chen Chuan, who has lost too much blood, to the hospital.
The police officer in charge said, "Even if it's legitimate self-defense, you still need to cooperate with us to go to the police station to make a statement."
Song Qingyou frowned, her expression showing displeasure. "His hand is injured, can't you see?"
The police hadn't noticed at all. After being reminded, they opened their mouths and said, "Then let's go to the hospital to get bandaged up first, and then go to the police station."
The sound of an ambulance wailed outside, and Song Qingyou followed it to the hospital.
As the doctor treated Fu Wenzhou's wound, Song Qingyou frowned slightly: "Did you injure any tendons? Will it leave a scar?"
The doctor glanced up at her and said, "Don't worry, compared to that person lying in the emergency room on the verge of death, he only has a few scrapes."
Song Qingyou's voice was cold and clear: "They've cut right into the flesh."
The doctor said, "It's just a superficial wound. Just stitch it up and come back in about a week to have the stitches removed. It won't leave a scar."
Fu Wenzhou smiled and said in a low, husky voice, "Youyou, I told you I'm fine, so don't worry about me."
The doctor rolled her eyes at him and twitched her lips: "You're all smiles, you just want her to care about you, don't you?"
Fu Wenzhou's smile froze on his face, and he raised an eyebrow: "Is it any of your business?"
Song Qingyou reached out and brushed the black hair from his forehead: "Speak more politely."
"Oh." Fu Wenzhou smiled slightly. "Is this any of your business?"
doctor:"……"
"Alright, the police are still waiting for you outside, right?" the doctor said, cutting open the bandage.
Song Qingyou glanced at the door, then turned her gaze to Fu Wenzhou: "You go with them first, I'll pick you up later."
Fu Wenzhou didn't care much about going to the police station; it wasn't the first time anyway.
On the contrary, there was something else he felt was much more important than going to the police station.
Fu Wenzhou reached into his pocket and took out a thermal lunchbox. Because of the thick winter clothes, he carried the lunchbox in his pocket all the way without anyone noticing.
When she saw it being taken out, Song Qingyou was taken aback.
Fu Wenzhou placed the lunchbox on the table and unscrewed the lid with his uninjured hand. When he saw that the heart shape he had carefully arranged was now messed up because of the earlier commotion, his expression immediately turned ugly.
Song Qingyou said with a gentle smile, "What should we do? The heart has split in two."
Fu Wenzhou, his face dark with anger, turned his face to the side and remained silent.
Song Qingyou raised her hand and pinched the sides of his chin, turning his head back to her: "You can do it again later, why are you getting angry?"
Fu Wenzhou said, looking aggrieved, "I've been setting it up for a long time!"
Song Qingyou couldn't help but laugh: "Okay, then I'll finish eating before you leave?"
Fu Wenzhou became happy again: "Okay."
Song Qingyou then sat down and started eating. Although she had a small appetite, she still finished all the food that Fu Wenzhou had brought.
The doctor was utterly dumbfounded.
There were police officers waiting outside to take people to make statements, but the two of them ended up eating inside and showing affection for each other.
That's utterly depraved! They're bullying a lonely old man like him.
The doctor said irritably, "This isn't a lounge."
Song Qingyou tidied up the lunchbox, wiped the table clean, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, we'll leave now."
“That’s not what I meant, old man.” The doctor glanced at the two of them. “You can exaggerate the severity of his injuries. Otherwise, given the condition of the one lying inside, it’s very likely that it will be judged as excessive self-defense.”
Song Qingyou said sincerely, "Thank you."
Then, he took Fu Wenzhou's hand and walked out. The police had been waiting for a long time but did not dare to show any impatience. Now that they finally saw him, they did not dare to delay for a moment: "Young Master Fu, please come with us."
Fu Wenzhou's eyes were fixed on Song Qingyou: "Remember to pick me up later."
"Mm," Song Qingyou replied.
Only after receiving an affirmative answer did Fu Wenzhou agree to leave.
As soon as the corridor was empty, Song Qingyou's expression immediately darkened, and she reached out to dial Song Chang's number.
"Uncle Chang, has the surveillance footage been taken care of?"
Song Chang: "It's all been cleaned up. Only the surveillance camera at the stairwell was left for the police. That location can only capture the back view, so you can't see the scene of Little Fu swinging the knife to make a second strike."
Song Qingyou said calmly, "Okay, send Chen Chuan's wife and Qin Tian's son the hotel check-in records of Chen Chuan and Qin Tian."
"Okay." Song Chang asked, "How's Mr. Fu?"
Song Qingyou glanced down at the lunchbox in her hand, her tone no longer so cold: "It's nothing serious, I'll pick him up later. I need to go find Bai Li now."
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